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Show DONT FORGET THE OLD FOLKS. Nay. don't forget the old folks, bvys they've not forgotten you; Though years have passed since you were home, the old hearts still are true; And not an evening passes by they haven't the desire To see your faces once again and hear your footsteps nigher. You're young and buoyant, and for you Hope beckons with her hands, And life spreads out a waveless sea that laps but tropic strands; The world is all before your face, but let your memories turn To whore fond hearts still cherish you and loving bosoms yearn. No matter what your duties are nor what your place in life. There's never b-?.n a time they'd not assume your load of strife: And shrunken shoulders, trembling hands, and forms racked by diseas. Would bravely dare the grave to bring to you the pearl of peace. So don't forget the old folks, boys-they've not forgotten you; Though years have passed since you were home, the old hearts still are true: And write them now and then to Dring the light into their eyes. And make the world glow once again and bluer gleam the skies. |
